Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.